Ryler walks around to the other side of the cot and proceeds to spit all over his hole and ever so steadily slide up inside. Working up a sweat, Ryler pounds faster and faster until Clayton is shouting out in what could be overwhelming **** or pleasure. Ryler flips him onto his back so he can grab ahold of both legs like a wheelbarrow and gain exactly the right leverage to pulverize his pleasure center with that monolithic cock. Pulling all the way out and plunging headfirst all the way to the back of his large intestines, Ryler really expertly maneuvers his way around Clayton's tight boy hole like some kind of expert at exacting the most amount of pleasure humanly possible. Finally the radiating ecstasy pulsating through his body is too much to bare and Clayton fires off round after round of jizz bullets with Ryler's fire hose still inside of him attempting to put out the out of control flames. Covered in his own cum, Clayton yells out for Ryler to dump a hot load on his face.